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AESCHYLUS
Chorus.
O Fate! How heavy is thy hand!
How grievous are the gifts that thou dost bring!
Great shade of Œdipus who banned
His own offspring,—
Offended ghost—Erinys black as hell,
Surely thou art of might unconquerable!
Antigone.
Now thou know' St thou didst transgress!
Ismene.
Now thou own'st thy wickedness!
Antigone.
Back returned with murderous stride!
Ismene.
Fugitive and fratricide!
Antigone.
Oh, the woeful victory!
Ismene.
Oh, the sorry sight to see!
Antigone.
Wail the grief!
Ismene.
Weep the wrong!
Antigone.
To home and country both belong!
Ismene.
Mine the woe!
Antigone.
This long anguish ends even so!
